My mom is waiting for treatment, and you're summoning me to be a hero?

Lin Mo passed through the fifty thousand wronged souls and continued upwards.

The rocks beneath our feet grew steeper and steeper, and the surrounding fog grew thicker and thicker.

The resentment he had left behind surged into black mist above his head.

The pressure exerted on him by this black fog felt like a mountain.

But Lin Mo's climbing speed was still quite fast.

He simply walked step by step, his eyes fixed on what lay ahead.

Then he saw a figure.

The figure stood not far ahead, dressed in a priest's robe, with his back to him.

The figure was somewhat blurry and transparent, quite different from the phantoms formed from the resentment of the previous figures...

It is more solid and clearer, as if it was waiting for him here.

Lin Mo frowned.

He recognized that figure from behind.

That was the first person he killed after he came into this world.

Father Lind.

The figure slowly turned around.

That face was exactly the same as I remembered—a fake kindness, but with an undisguised greed.

But at this moment, those eyes held many more things: resentment, unwillingness, and a hint of triumphant mockery.

"Lin Mo".

He spoke, his voice hoarse and echoing.

"You've finally arrived."

Lin Mo didn't speak, she just looked at him.

Linde took a step forward, his expression becoming even more complex.

Why did you try to kill me?

His voice echoed along the empty mountain road, startling a cloud of black mist.

"If I hadn't called you, your mother would still be lying in the hospital. Your father would still be working day and night. When will you be able to pay back the money you borrowed from those relatives?"

He paused, a slight smile playing on his lips.

"It's all my fault. It's all my fault that you were able to bring you into this world, that you were able to find those medicines, that you were able to extend your mother's life. It was me who gave you the opportunity so that your father no longer had to worry about money. It was me who turned you from an ordinary poor boy who was working odd jobs into the killing god who can ignore the rules."

He opened his arms, as if to show something.

"You should thank me, but you killed me instead."

Lin Mo narrowed his eyes as he listened to those words, choosing to ignore them as he had done with the resentment he had felt before.

Then he continued walking forward.

I walked past Lind.

Linde was taken aback.

He turned and followed Lin Mo, his voice becoming more urgent:

"What? Are you afraid to face it? Or do you think I'm right?"

"If it weren't for me, your mother might be dead by now."

"Your father is probably still working as a bricklayer on some construction site."

"You've already spent all the money you borrowed."

"How will you afford to treat your mother's illness? How will you ensure your father enjoys his old age in comfort?"

"It's all my fault! I gave you all of this!"

"You should kneel down and thank me, not kill me!"

……

Lin Mo finally stopped.

He turned his head and looked at the incessantly chattering phantom beside him.

"you?"

His voice was flat.

"You summoned me to this world only to exchange it for wealth and glory."

Linde's smile froze.

Lin Mo ignored him and continued speaking.

"According to your plan, I should be level 20 right now, desperately completing tasks in some Hero's Guild to earn a pitiful amount of gold coins. You introduce me to the city lord, get your subsidy, and then continue to find the next hero to continue to collect your benefits."

He looked into Lind's eyes.

"You never thought I'd be alive today, let alone that I'd get this far."

Lind's lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but no sound came out.

Lin Mo's voice remained calm: "I found treasure at the bottom of the sea, am I supposed to thank the person who pushed me in?"

Linde took a step back.

His expression changed from smugness to shock, and from shock to panic.

Lin Mo took a step forward, looked down at him, and said, word by word.

"My current achievements are entirely due to my own hard work. What does it have to do with you?"

He paused, looked up, and glanced at the gray sky.

"What does this have to do with the gods of this world?"

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin De's body trembled violently.

His face was contorted, his eyes filled with resentment and anger.

He opened his mouth and let out a piercing scream.

Then, his entire body transformed into a thick, impenetrable black mist, and he suddenly lunged at Lin Mo's head!

The black mist swirled above his head, mingling with other resentful thoughts, trying to penetrate his mind, trying to make him hear those questions—

"What gives you the right—"

"You deserve to die—"

"You'll regret this—"

……

Lin Mo ignored him.

He just kept climbing.

The sounds buzzed in his ears, but they couldn't penetrate his heart.

Yin Xue leaned on his shoulder, looking at the wildly churning black mist, then at Lin Mo's calm profile, a slight smile playing on her lips.

"That's interesting," she said softly.

Mianmian blinked her eight compound eyes beside her, not understanding what had happened.

Lin Mo continued climbing.

The black fog overhead grew thicker and thicker, but the footsteps on the ground never stopped.

……

Halfway up the mountain.

Hu De climbed up with all his might.

His legs were trembling, and his shoulders felt like they were carrying a thousand-pound burden; every step he took required all his strength.

The black mist of resentment above his head was churning wildly, trying to get into his mind.

Let him hear those questions, those curses, those wails.

But he doesn't care.

He just needs to climb higher.

He wants to climb to the top step by step!

As long as you get to the top of the mountain before that man in black!

As long as you get the Twilight Stone...

He looked up, wanting to see where the man in black robes had climbed to.

Then he froze.

On the mountainside, higher up, the two thick clouds of black mist, obscuring the sky, continued to churn.

But beneath the black mist, the figure in black robes continued to ascend.

The pace was steady.

Not too fast, not too slow.

It's exactly the same as when I saw it earlier.

Hood's eyes widened.

He rubbed his eyes and glanced at them again.

It's still the same.

That person's gait remained unchanged from beginning to end.

There was no stumbling, no pause, and not even a slowdown.

How is that possible?

Hood looked down at himself.

His legs were trembling, his back was soaked with sweat, and his breathing was so rapid it felt like he was about to explode.

The pent-up resentment above his head was almost crushing him.

Above that person was a black mist that blotted out the sky, like two mountains pressing down on him.

But he remained unmoved.

Hood's voice was forced out of his throat, so hoarse it was almost inaudible:

"Why...why is he expressionless!?"

The brave climbers nearby, who were struggling to climb, all looked up when they heard this.

They saw it.

The figure in black robes was walking at an even higher altitude.

His steps were steady, his back straight, standing out starkly from the thick fog and resentment around him.

"This is impossible..."

A young warrior murmured, his face showing an expression as if he had seen a ghost.

"That's impossible!"

"Why is he expressionless, and seems to be holding back?"

"We're all crushed to death, how come he's taking a stroll like that?"

"Why him! Why him?!"

……

Some people started to get angry.

Some people began to feel resentful.

Some people began to doubt themselves.

They looked down at their trembling legs, at their distorted reflections, at the resentment that tormented them—

Look up at that person again.

What gives him the right?

Hood's breathing became heavier and heavier.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to keep climbing, wanting to catch up with that person.

But as soon as he took a step, the black mist above his head suddenly pressed down, causing his knees to buckle and almost making him kneel on the ground.

Why...?

He muttered to himself, his eyes filled with resentment and madness.

El stood at a slightly lower position.

He did not continue climbing.

He simply stood there, staring at the figure in black robes, and remained silent for a long time.

The old elf beside him was also looking in that direction, his white beard trembling slightly.

"What gives him the right?"

El finally spoke, his voice very soft.

"Why is he able to do it?"

The old elf remained silent for a while.

Then he spoke slowly, his voice aged and calm:

"Because the despair he experienced was heavier than this resentment."

El was stunned.

He turned his head and looked at the old elf.

The old elf didn't look at him, but continued to stare at the figure in black robes.

"These resentments are a person's guilt hidden deep in their heart, but there is something even heavier than resentment."

"What is it?"

The old elf lowered his head and remained silent for a moment.

"That's the reason we must persevere."

El's body trembled slightly.

He raised his head again and looked at the figure in black robes.